DUNCAN by PAUL SIMON pCouple in the next room Bound to win a prize They've been goin' at it all night long Well,I'm trying t get some sleep but these motel walls are cheap Lincoln Duncan is my name and here's my song, here's my song My father was a fisherman my mama was the fisherman's frend and I was born in the boredom and the chowder So when I reached my prime I left my home in the maritimes Headed down the turnpike for New England, sweet New England Holes in my confidence holes in the knees of my jeans I was left without a penny in my pocket Oo-o wee I was about destituted as a kid could be And I wished I wore a ring so I could hock it I'd like to hock it A young girl in a parking lot was preaching to a croud singin sacred songs and reading from the Bible Well I told her I was lost and she told me all about the Pentecost And I seen that girl as the road to my survi-val Just later on the very same night When I crept to her tent with a flashlight and my long years of innocence ended Well she took me to the woods sayin' "Here comes somethin' and it feels so good!" And just like a dog I was befriended I was befriended Oh, oh, what a night Oh what a garden of delight Even now that sweet memory lingers I was playin' my guitar lying underneath the stars Just thankin' the Lord for my fingers for my fingers [ www.dailyrics.com ] DUNCAN by PAULSIMON